My Wibbly-Wobbly Timey-Wimey Doctor Who Obsession
Sometimes it happens that you open a book or start watching a show and within minutes you are completely and utterly sucked into the story. No, not just the story, but the whole universe. It’s hard to say what exactly has grabbed on to you so strongly, but something has its hooks so deeply rooted in your brain that you don’t even have to close your eyes and the world comes to life. That’s me and Doctor Who.
The first episodes I saw were back in the days of Tom Baker. He of the crazy curly hair and multi-colored scarf. I was very little and he scared me to death. I’d hear that familiar intro music and run for cover. As scary as the Weeping Angels and Silence may be, those cheesy 1970’s Daleks were terrifying to little girl me.
That’s why the return of the show was something that I initially tried to ignore. Scary childhood things are always scary childhood things no matter how old you grow. My husband, however, never suffered such childhood trauma and insisted I watch the show. So I did, with a big blanket that I was ready to pull over me head as defense. An unnecessary precaution because I loved every minute.
It’s weird that a show that is so dear to me and to so many other geeks and nerds is still unknown to most people. I love it so much I even co-host The Whoniverse podcast just so I can talk about it every week. There’s this feeling when you love something so much that everyone must know about it and love it, too. How could people not know about sonic screwdrivers and the TARDIS and companions and The Doctor? How?
I have this really awesome, incredibly cool TARDIS hockey jersey. It’s got my name on the back and the number 42. Yup, crossing the space time streams like a boss, but this is The Doctor and that’s just what happens in his world, so why not mine? I wore it today. No one got it. One person looked at me sideways and asked, “What team is that?” Um, yeah.
Everyone doesn’t know The Doctor and, because I love him so, this makes me sad. I feel like they’re all missing out and if people are missing out on something, then I need to let them know so they can not miss out. So, I told these people about the wonder that is The Doctor. Then you know what happened? I’ll tell you.
They looked at me kinda sideways and I got a definite sense that I was speaking another language, possibly Gallifreyan by their completely confused stares. No, I did not go all fangirl and scare them with my enthusiasm. I was calm, cool and collected. And they didn’t get it. At all.
Although this makes me even more sad, I am undeterred. A show this fun, a universe this interesting, and characters so intriguing deserve to be known outside the Geekverse. I’m making a Nerd Year’s Resolution to share it with everyone, especially the non-geeks because they really just don’t know what they’re missing.
If you haven’t seen the show, this is the year to become a Whovian!